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Charlotte Webber, 26
Matt Polster, 29
::disclaimer::
all characters in this story are fictitous.
any resemblance to anyone in real life
is purely coincidental.
you have to read it from the bottom up
(this means from the first post to the most recent).
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Saturday, December 11, 2004
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The winter left and spring soon passed which was relief for Charlotte and her mother. The summer sun peeked through the clouds as Charlotte and the movers arrived at the cottage.
Over the months, Charlotte and her mother decided to start things anew. They moved out of the cottage that had such fond memories for Charlotte. She was making the final move to the city where she and her mother could live in a smaller apartment.
Charlotte taped up the last box and scribbled "His". The movers came over and asked if there were anything else to move.
"This goes to the store. Put this box in before you put the rest in," she said. As the movers picked up the box and took it to the truck, Charlotte watched it disappear through the doors. "Goodbye my love. I'll move on, for you," she whispered.
As the truck drove off, her mobile rang. It was her mother calling from town. "Charlotte! The apartment looks wonderful! We can see the entire city from here," her mother chirped.
"I'm glad you like the place mom. How is the renovation like?" Charlotte asked. "It's perfect. You're going to love this place. When are you coming over?" her mother asked. "I'll be there soon. Just need to lock the place up and drive down."
"Be quick. I'm going to make us a great lunch to celebrate our new apartment!" her mother said before they hung up the phone. Charlotte stepped out into the outdoors and closed the door gently behind her. She breathed in the fresh country air for one last time, and locked the doors. She placed her hand at the door.
"This is for you, Dylan."
meanwhile
The city park was filled with people, even on a weekday. Couples were strolling down the lovers' lane, families having picnics by the lake. Children were laughing and playing. However, there was a certain section of the park where the oak trees grew, there was a crowd.
Other than adults, there were especially many children. They pulled and tugged at his shirt. "Please do another of me!" cried a little girl. "No! Do another of us!" a pair of twins retorted. "Okay! Stop pulling my shirt! It's gonna fall apart anytime soon. Everyone gets a turn. Those who have one please let others who did not have a turn to try it," he explained gently.
Though the children were disappointed, his smile just warmed their hearts and make them keep coming back. "Oh Matt, you always know how to make children smile," Emma, the mother of the twins complimented. She was in her late thirties but her figure was still as stunning as any chick in her twenties.
"Why it's my duty to entertain everyone. Besides, without you guys coming down thrice a week, how can a poor chap like me earn a living?" Matt answered with a sheepish smile. "You're so cute, Matt. If we were alone, I could kiss you," Emma teased. She looked at him flirtatiously as she slid her hand down his strong shoulders. Matt was drinking her in. He could definitely imagine himself kissing Emma passionately.
"She married and with two adorable kids you fool!" he told himself. He quickly cleared his mind and returned with a wide grin. "Well, I gotta get back to work, so I'll see you some time soon?"
"You better count on it," Emma smiled again, "come on kids, say goodbye to Uncle Matt." As the twins left with their gorgeous mother, Matt picked up his pen and returned to his customers.
Matt is in his late twenties and earning a living through the tip of his pen. He was a freelance artist and he did caricature in the city park when he had no jobs at the art school or projects to work on for clients. He was the apple of most of the womenfolk who walks into the city park. He had such strong facial features, a genuine smile, soft caramel hair and deep set hazel eyes. All that work from carrying his easel and art tools to and fro gave him a rather buffed look which accentuates his good looking face.
However, Matt never found the time to settle in with just one woman. He saw women like he saw art. There is a different piece of art for every mood he felt. The women around him change hands as quickly as his caricature flew off his easel. Who could blame him with such a bubbly personality that doesn't just attract kids but along with them... young mothers who are hungry for fresh young men like Matt? He was just at the right place at the right time.
Matt enjoyed his free and easy life. Besides, it was the thing that he enjoyed doing best: creating art that would make people happy. As long as he earned enough from his freelance jobs to pay for rent, food and clothing, Matt was a happy camper.
and the story continues
on...